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was not reading it. He seemed to be sitting doing nothing.
He met Ivan with a slow silent gaze, and was apparently not
at all surprised at his coming. There was a great change in
his face; he was much thinner and sallower. His eyes were
sunken and there were blue marks under them.
‘Why, you really are ill?’ Ivan stopped short. ‘I won’t keep
you long, I wont even take off my coat. Where can one sit
down?’
He went to the other end of the table, moved up a chair
and sat down on it.
‘Why do you look at me without speaking? We only come
with one question, and I swear I won’t go without an answer.
Has the young lady, Katerina Ivanovna, been with you?’
Smerdyakov still remained silent, looking quietly at Ivan
as before. Suddenly, with a motion of his hand, he turned
his face away.
‘What’s the matter with you?’ cried Ivan.
‘Nothing.’
‘What do you mean by ‘nothing’?’
‘Yes, she has. It’s no matter to you. Let me alone.’
‘No, I won’t let you alone. Tell me, when was she here?’
‘Why, I’d quite forgotten about her,’ said Smerdyakov,
with a scornful smile, and turning his face to Ivan again, he
stared at him with a look of frenzied hatred, the same look
that he had fixed on him at their last interview, a month
before.
‘You seem very ill yourself, your face is sunken; you don’t
look like yourself,’ he said to Ivan.
‘Never mind my health, tell me what I ask you.,

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